I was curious to hear stories about everone's favorite White Sox moment from when you were a kid.

You know what I'm talking about. A moment while you were sitting there watching a game with a friend, your father, mother, brother, sister, cousin etc. that REALLY made you fall in love with the White Sox.

It can be any story. It could be the time someone took you to a game. Or the time you had a chance to meet a certain White Sox player.

I want the Mods to get involved here too because I know you guys have some great stories to tell.

Mine was in 1991. I was 13 years old and my father, brother and I were sitting around watching the White Sox play the Texas Rangers in July. It was the 9th inning and Robin was up with the bases loaded.

Then BOOM it happened. Robin hit that famous grand slam and I believe the White Sox won 8-6. I'll never forget Ventura running around the bases. If i'm remembering correctly Frank picked up Robin and put him on his shoulder and was shaking him around like a ragdoll.

The thing I remember the most is the reaction that happend in my house at that moment. My dad, brother and I were running around the house for what seemed like forever high-fiving each other, hugging each other, my dad picked up my brother almost the same way Frank picked up Robin.

That is what really made me fall in love with baseball and the White Sox. It is also a moment I'll never forget not just because of what happened on the field but, also what me, and my dad and brother got to share together and how we celebrated afterwards.

KMKsuburbannoise

07-20-2006, 08:50 AM

My first sox game was when i was 7. It was the first night game at the new Comiskey. Frank Thomas hit a homer that game, that was the first time i got to see the score board and the fireworks live. They had a great fireworks show after the game. I still have the prorgram from that game. They made one program for the opening week of the new ballpark. That is my favorite moment as a youth and still now, 15 years later.

The victory parade is one of my favorite recent memories.

DrummerGeorgefan

07-20-2006, 09:02 AM

Willie Thompson, the old equipment manager hung out with my brother and me as we waited in like to get in at the old park. We were right near the 'No Scalping' tree and he saw us playing catch and came out and gave us a few balls.

I think it was also Yago whitesox seat cushion day that day. Somewhere in my dad's garage that seat cushion is still there.

MVP

07-20-2006, 09:05 AM

I become a Sox fan in 1985, the day of the first "Gatorade Cross-town Classic". I remember there being a lot of hype about the fact that the Sox and Cubs were going to be playing each other and how one couldn't possibly root for both teams. I chose the Sox because I was from the south side and because I liked their uniforms. The Sox beat the Cubs 7-4 that day and I never looked back. It was a great decision.

LongLiveFisk

07-20-2006, 09:10 AM

I become a Sox fan in 1985, the day of the first "Gatorade Cross-town Classic". I remember there being a lot of hype about the fact that the Sox and Cubs were going to be playing each other and how one couldn't possibly root for both teams. I chose the Sox because I was from the south side and because I liked their uniforms. The Sox beat the Cubs 7-4 that day and I never looked back. It was a great decision.

Cool! I remember that game too. :D:

My favorite Sox memory as a kid came later that same year though (August)at Yankee Stadium, when Pudge tagged out two baserunners consecutively trying to score on the same play. This happened in the same series when Seaver got his 300th win. That will be etched in my brain forever. :cool:

sageofthesox

07-20-2006, 09:52 AM

Mine was the entire 1967 season. I was 13 at the time and I had already been a White Sox fan ever since I could remember. But during that season, the White Sox were in a nerve-racking four-team pennant race. The White Sox had virtually no hitting (I don't think they had anyone who batted over .250). But they had incredible starters and relievers, and they played classic get 'em on, get 'em over and get 'em in baseball under manager Eddie Stankey.

What I remember most from that season was sitting out in the yard at night with my dad listening to the games on the radio (many of the games weren't televised back then). As I was hitting the rebelious teenage years, the White Sox were about the only thing upon which my dad and I could agree.

Many years from now, I'm sure my kids will likewise have fond memories of today's era when a White Sox victory would put their old man would be in a good mood.

LongLiveFisk

07-20-2006, 10:31 AM

What I remember most from that season was sitting out in the yard at night with my dad listening to the games on the radio (many of the games weren't televised back then). As I was hitting the rebelious teenage years, the White Sox were about the only thing upon which my dad and I could agree.

Many years from now, I'm sure my kids will likewise have fond memories of today's era when a White Sox victory would put their old man would be in a good mood.

That's what is so special about those memories. I used to watch or listen to games with my dad a lot too. After they're no longer around (as with my dad), you think back to those days. What's funny though is a lot of people don't realize how special those moments are at the time they're occurring but realize it later on in life. I always knew right at those moments that I'd remember them forever. It's nice when that happens! :smile:

Jose.Contreras

07-20-2006, 10:49 AM

I got a couple. I was 13 back when the Sox won the AL West in 1993. I was at the game where Frank Homered off Mike Montgomery of KC to put the Sox up 5-4 with 2 out in the bottom of the 8th. I think it was a 3-run blast.

Then of course, the other is the clicnher in '93. When Bo Jackson hit the 3 run HR to give us a 3-0 lead in the 6th......I went nuts. Very emotional. I will never forget Hawk's call for the division clinching out. "Ellis Buuuuuuuurks.........YES!"

Back then only 4 teams made the playoffs. It really was an even bigger deal back then. It was the first time I was old enough to know what was going on when the Sox made the playoffs. Back in '83 I was way too little to remember any of it. 3 yrs old.

Lip Man 1

07-20-2006, 11:50 AM

July 15, 1963 first game ever at Comiskey. Gary Peters one hits the O's with 13 strikeouts. Sox win 4-0.

Now that's a first game!

Lip

ssirish317

07-20-2006, 12:10 PM

I remember being at a game in which Robin Ventura and Julio Franco (or Harold, but I'm almost positive it was Franco) hit back to home runs TWICE in the same game. That was awesome.

Another game I'll never forget was the clincher in '93 when Bo was running around the field on the warning track.

Baby Fisk

07-20-2006, 02:54 PM

1993. I was 19 and still living in my parents' house. I followed the Sox on WGN, but my folks wouldn't spring for the cable package. So whenever the Sox games were on, I would tune in to the scrambled broadcasts and listen to Hawk and Wimpy call the games. My mother thought it would "break the TV" to do that. :D:

MDF3530

07-20-2006, 04:07 PM

It was in 1983 when my dad took me to my first baseball game. The Sox were playing Detroit. Harold Baines hit a grand slam.

Timmy D's

07-20-2006, 04:34 PM

I posted this B4 in a similar thread so I dontr wanna bore people(not that anyone reads what I post anyways), but Chet Lemon flipped a ball into the crowd he made a diving catch for(this was long before throwing a ball in the crowd was the norm on the 3rd out, in fact almost un heard of) Anyways a bunch of grown men jump and pushed and shoved for it, but it landed right in my chair.:D: 2 innings later while waiting for a new pitcher to warm up, he motioned to me for the ball, and someone gave him a pen, and he signed it for me. he flipped it back up in the seats to me, guy in front of me caught it and handed it right back to me. I dont know why he took a liking to me at that particular moment, but I was sure glad he did, and always remember it, and still have the ball.:smile:

LITTLE NELL

07-20-2006, 04:40 PM

9 22-59. the night the Sox won the AL pennant for the first time in 40 years. 2005 was great but the GO-GO SOX of the 1950s are still #1 in my heart. Sort of like your first love.

GoSoxGo

07-20-2006, 05:59 PM

My best childhood memories date back to our altar boy trips to Sox games. The priests from my parishes actually had other motives as they were from Boston and really wanted to see the Redc Sox I now believe.

The game I always remember was the September 1983 clincher vs Seattle. My Aunt took my cousin and me to the game. I remember seeing the winning run score from our seats in the outfield--and then sod being torn up. Sorry, my memory is selective and getting worse as I age.:smile:

cheezheadsoxfan

07-20-2006, 09:17 PM

That's what is so special about those memories. I used to watch or listen to games with my dad a lot too. After they're no longer around (as with my dad), you think back to those days. What's funny though is a lot of people don't realize how special those moments are at the time they're occurring but realize it later on in life. I always knew right at those moments that I'd remember them forever. It's nice when that happens! :smile:

I combine memories of my Dad and the White Sox too. He taught me the game when I would hang out with him when I was about 9. He always had the radio on when he did chores and I can still remember asking him what was the big deal about somebody named Louie Aparicio. Spent a lot of my summer evenings sitting on the front porch of a southside bungelow with my Dad, his quart of Hamm's and the radio next to him.

NoShoesJoe

07-20-2006, 10:01 PM

I have a couple non-game related:
1) Losing my 1st tooth @ Comiskey during a Sunday doubleheader
2) Talking with Harry in center field and taking a shower during a cold May game.
3) My grandfather was a printer, his firm printed the Pennant and WS tickets for, get this 1977! Of course they had to detroy them, but not before he took a set for each series. My brother has them stilll.

TornLabrum

07-20-2006, 10:41 PM

http://whitesoxinteractive.com/History&Glory/DropoHits.htm

gbergman

07-21-2006, 12:00 AM

my first sox game in Chicago White Sox versus the Cubs 1997. The Sammy sucks chants in right field, plus the fact a hr was hit 2 rows in front of me in right by a sox player. the churros. the dollar i won by betting a guy sosa wouldnt homer

monkeypants

07-21-2006, 12:07 AM

It was 1981 and I was 5. My parents got box seats behind the Sox dugout and we went with my grandma and older brother. We got to the game very early and eventually I had to go to the bathroom. So my dad took me and as we were walking back to our seats a young Sox outfielder was walking around the concourse and decided to stop us and talk to me. He asked if I liked baseball and the Sox and if I was enjoying myself, ect. He talked to my dad for a little while and eventually he said he had to go get ready even though he was injured and wasn't going to play that day. But I was so excited about meeting a real life baseball player and I was hooked for life on the Sox and on my new favorite player.

That young Sox outfielder's name was Harold Douglas Baines.

And now you know...the rest...of the story.

windycityson

07-21-2006, 01:36 AM

My favorite memory with the Sox is the first game my son went to while I was on leave. It was in 2000 against Boston. We lost but El Caballo homered and my son got to see the fireworks. He got a foul ball during BP and then got another ball autographed by James Baldwin. He then gave the one ball to the little girl in front of him. He was 4 at the time and he still talks about it. That one is special in my heart because I remember the look on his face when he came out the tunnel and saw the field for the first time.

The other special memory is how you guys embraced my Punch AJ shirt request. The pic will come as soon as I get it.

THANK YOU SOX ARMY!!!!!!

starboy0

07-21-2006, 12:01 PM

July 15, 1966 was my first game at old Comiskey. Johnny Romano hit one out to beat Luis Tiant and the Indians. Never forget your first one.

Sep 17, 1983 when we clinched against Seattle is right up there too. Strangely, that was the first game I took my son to. We were running around on the outfield celebrating with all the other fans.

slobes

07-21-2006, 12:22 PM

Seeing as how I'm only 17, I'll consider game 2 of the WS that I was at last year still part of my youth.

viagracat

07-21-2006, 12:32 PM

Mine was the entire 1967 season. I was 13 at the time and I had already been a White Sox fan ever since I could remember. But during that season, the White Sox were in a nerve-racking four-team pennant race. The White Sox had virtually no hitting (I don't think they had anyone who batted over .250). But they had incredible starters and relievers, and they played classic get 'em on, get 'em over and get 'em in baseball under manager Eddie Stankey.

What I remember most from that season was sitting out in the yard at night with my dad listening to the games on the radio (many of the games weren't televised back then). As I was hitting the rebelious teenage years, the White Sox were about the only thing upon which my dad and I could agree.

Many years from now, I'm sure my kids will likewise have fond memories of today's era when a White Sox victory would put their old man would be in a good mood.

Yeah, that was a great year. Buford, Agee, Adair, No-Neck, Ward, Wilhelm, Wood, Peters, John, Horlen, Berry, Martin, etc etc. I remember Horlen's no-hitter that year; saw it on TV. Eddie Stanky, IIRC, managed a lot like Ozzie Guillen. I was crushed when they faded in the stretch that year, stumbled out of the gate in 1968, and went into the abyss a little later. Yet I hung in there. Glad I did.

SoXPriDe33

07-21-2006, 12:40 PM

Seeing as how I'm only 17, I'll consider game 2 of the WS that I was at last year still part of my youth.

Since I'm 17 also game 2 of the ALCS when AJ got on first thanks the the drop third and then Crede hit if off the wall to win it. I was watching with my dad and he couldn't believe what just happened and I was running around the house celebrating. It will be a night that I will never forget.

Jurr

07-21-2006, 01:18 PM

Oh, man..where do you start?.
Sitting out in right field in Comiskey, yelling "Haaarold, Haarold!"

I remember watching Kittle kill the ball, and I immediately idolized him.

Getting an autograph from a young(er) Kirby Puckett, on a fairly beaten-up 1986 Topps card.

Getting my batting gloves signed by Jon Cangielosi, who I was a HUGE fan of. I seemed to get autographs from all of my favorites..Bobby Bonilla, Scott Fletcher, Kittle, and others.

Nearly falling asleep one night at my sleepover, then being shaken awake by my father to see the replay on Fisk's double tag at home.

The best would have to be laying on a couch with my grandfather during family get-togethers, and watching Sportschannel's coverage of the Sox. I wish he could have seen the 2005 season. :whiner:

Wsoxmike59

07-23-2006, 11:20 AM

While I was born in 1959, I can't lay claim to seeing the Sox play in the World Series until last year. I was introduced to baseball as a youngster through my 3 older brothers and I grew up some 20 blocks to the south of Comiskey Park.

Between the ages of 5-7 I was more interested in super heroes in the comics than I was in baseball. Batman & Superman were more to my liking than baseball.

But I still can recall my father coming home from work in those days (he was a city garbage truck driver) showering up, having dinner and then retiring to the back porch for the evening with a cold quart of Meister Brau and watching the Sox on TV (or listening to them on the radio when they weren't televised)

He'd always call me out to the backporch just so I could see the scoreboard fireworks go off whenever the Sox hit a HR, about a once or twice a week occurrence in those days.

At the age of 8 (1968) we moved to the SW side of Chicago out near Midway Airport and I found a new batch of friends who REALLY introduced me to the game of baseball.

I can remember one of the first games I got to play in, I noticed one of the kids playing out near 2B was wearing a blue hat with a red C on it. As I advanced out near 2B during the game, I casually asked the kid what team wore that hat, as I had NEVER seen one before! He told me it's the Cubs man, and they're the greatest!

I asked, where do they play?? When he told me Chicago I thought he was pulling my leg, because up until this point I had never even heard of them! When the game was over I went home and I asked my dad about the Cubs and if what that kid said was true. My father replied, oh yeah they play in Chicago, they're up on the Northside of the city. I asked him why I had never heard of them before or why he didn't watch them play. His answer was priceless, and it set the course I was to stay on for the rest of my life.

"Oh, they play all their home games during the day when most of the father's are at work.....the Cubs are known as the House-wives team" he said. (no offense people) I immediately understood my role as a baseball fan in Chicago. As a southside male I knew I had no choice but to reject everything that was northside and Cubbie blue.

As the summer wore on I became more and more immersed in the game of baseball. Playing it all day long with my new friends, trying to master the intricacies of batting and fielding, and during the night studying my new found passion, collecting baseball cards and watching the Sox on the fledgling new Ch. 32. I remember begging my dad to drive me down to Comiskey Park on a night we had tickets (this was to be my first Sox game ever) during a terrible summer thunderstorm just so I could see where the Sox play. The game was called and never got underway due to the heavy rains in the area...and I had to wait a whole nother year to get to my first Sox game.

As far as baseball goes, I was hooked. I fell in the love with the game. The next two summers I tried out for little league but didn't survive the cuts at the West Lawn LL try outs. Competition was tough in those days, and there were only so many teams and roster spots to be had. I had a few friends who made the cut, and I would spend my summer days hanging with them and attending their practices as a back up and playing various positions.

The summer of '69 this town was in the throes of pennant fever and the Cub Power slogan was everywhere. The area I lived in had more Cub fans than Sox fans. The Cubs were releasing record albums (Hey, Hey, Holy Mackerel) If you went to the store, Jewel gave you 5 X 8 Cub pictures with your purchase, if you went into the frozen food aisle, you could get Ron Santo's frozen pizza! Cub Power was everywhere much to my dismay. Even then, the Cub fans started acting all "high and mighty" because their team was in 1st place, and a virtual lock to win the pennant they said. Their team also played on WGN the super station, the Sox were on the fuzzy UHF station on Channel 32....who could even see the game through all the snow??

Man it was tough being a Sox fan in those days. I asked my dad how come he was a Sox fan because even I had to admit the Cubs had the way better team in town at this point. He would tell me the stories about how the Sox had fallen on hard times after the 1919 Black Sox scandal and during the Great Depression. He said he had a similar time growing up, the Sox were down and the Cubs were a power house in the N.L.

This was the Sox team he had grown up with in the 20's and 30's! The Yankees were the class of the league, first with Ruth and Gehrig and then the baton was passed on to DiMaggio and Mantle and the Yankees ran rough shod through the American League and just dominated until the early 60's!

The Sox awakened from their 3 decade slumber in the 1950's with the help of a new G.M. Frank "Trader" Lane and with a few good managers at the helm, the Sox started challenging for the pennant almost every season during that decade. The Go-Go Sox era had been born.

Now my father's eyes lit up as he told me tales how great the Sox were in those days as they played the most exciting brand of ball he ever saw. The Sox pitching was their forte, and they used to scratch and claw for every run and just battle you tooth and nail until the final out.

His favorites in those days were Nellie Fox, Billy Pierce, Jim Landis, Luis Aparicio, Sherm Lollar, Minnie Minoso and Jungle Jim Rivera. He said those guys epitomized what White Sox baseball is....or in this case was. Pitching and defense are the keys to the game he told me. He said "sure the HR is more exciting to the casual fan, but the games are usually won by teams that can play good defense and execute the fundamentals"

His stories usually capped off with the Sox finally breaking through and winning the pennant in 1959. He said it was a great pennant race as the Sox and Cle went toe to toe throughout the summer. He said the night the Sox won the pennant was one of the happiest moments of his life, as he was born in Dec. of 1916, he was far too young to remember the championship season of 1917. He said he felt especially happy for Fox, Pierce, and Lollar who had been there the whole time in the 50's and finally got to play in a World Series. (He was still pissed that Billy Pierce wasn't given a start in the series, and that Minnie Minoso missed the World Series as well cuz he was in Cle.)

Sadly my father was taken from us far too soon during the summer of '77 aka the summer of the Southside Hitmen. I can still remember watching many a game with him right up until the night he died. (Ironically I was at a Sox game with a cousin of mine the night he died) The Southside Hitmen team will always have place in my heart as that is the last Sox team I got to watch along with my father.

Prior to that the 1970's were a fun decade following the Sox. My father and brothers took me to many games every summer, usually numbering about a dozen games a year. My favorite team was the 1972 Sox with Dick Allen and Wilbur Wood battling Oakland down to the final weeks of the season in a very exciting pennant race.

I followed the team a little less during the '78-79 seasons, going to fewer games and more concerts, school, and working etc... But I still had to laugh at the Disco Demolition promotion that many of my burn out friends attended, and turned the park in to a near riot, as a bunch of WLUP black T-Shirt wearing teens stormed the field. (my future wife among them...LOL)

As I entered my 20's during the 1980's the new Sox ownership peaked my interest with the free agent signings of Carlton Fisk and Greg Luzinski. They also brought in a plethora of talent from around the league, Floyd Bannister and Tom Paciorek from Seattle. Ron LeFlore from Montreal, Steve Kemp from Detroit, Jerry Koosman from MN. Holy smokes I thought to myself. These new guys..."The Sunshine Boys" as Steinbrenner called them, Reinsdorf and Einhorn mean business!

I fell in love with the Sox again after enduring the final dark days of the low budget Rent A Player Bill Veeck era. 1983 was the highlight year of the decade for me, as I opened up my own business, (a small print shop), got engaged and saw the White Sox finish in first place for the first time in my life time. Life was good for us Sox fans once again.

I rededicated myself to the Sox in the 1980's and promised to never let go of my passion for the team. I've stuck with them through thick and thin. The long strike of 1981,the dismantling of the 1983 Winning Ugly team, the Hawk Harrelson era as GM. The threatened moves to Addison and St. Pete. After enduring all that, the big payoff was the last (and most bittersweet season) in Old Comiskey Park. Up until last year the 1990 season was my favorite in all my years following the Sox.

As Hawk Harrelson called it, it was THE Renaissance year of White Sox basball. Although I miss the old Comiskey Park, the move across the street in to the new park was the equivalent to the Go-Go Sox era of my father's generation. From the opening day blow out by the Tigers (I was there) and the gut wrenching strike of '94, to the Division Crowns in 1993, 2000, and 2005 the Frank Thomas era has been the best run of White Sox baseball I've ever witnessed.

The night the Sox won the pennant in 2005, I was jumping for joy around the living room, hugging my teen age daughter and wiped away a tear or two as I looked over at the wedding portrait of my mom and dad (they got married 3 days after he was discharged from the Army in WW II and he got married in his army uniform) I thought to myself, "I finally know how you felt in 1959 dad.....I finally know how you felt"

I also said to my daughter as we danced and hugged around the living room...."it's prob not a big deal for you, you only had to wait 17 years for this.....me I waited the whole enchilada....46 years to finally be rewarded!" :D:

Thome25

07-23-2006, 11:39 AM

Wsoxmike, that truly is a GREAT post. Thank you for sharing that great story and all of those great memories. It was a great read.

Thome25

07-23-2006, 11:40 AM

I remember being at a game in which Robin Ventura and Julio Franco (or Harold, but I'm almost positive it was Franco) hit back to home runs TWICE in the same game. That was awesome.

Another game I'll never forget was the clincher in '93 when Bo was running around the field on the warning track.

I was at the game where Franco and Ventura went back to back twice. awesome game and great memory!!

Wsoxmike59

07-23-2006, 12:51 PM

Wsoxmike, that truly is a GREAT post. Thank you for sharing that great story and all of those great memories. It was a great read.

Thanks Thome, on the day that the Sox unveiled that new Fox and Aparicio statues at the ballpark today, I was inspired to offer a little insight on how I became a Sox fan.

It's also fitting because Nellie Fox was my dad's favorite player, and Luis Aparicio was mine. (although I only saw Looie play while in his second go 'round with the team '68-'70)

Zisk77

07-23-2006, 04:16 PM

I remember watching a close game in the early eighties between the Sox and the Tigers. It was a close game and Harold Baines had already hit 2 hr's. My grandmother kept saying their is no way in hell he would it 3 in a game (back then 2 was a herculean effort for the Sox). Then bang! 3-run Bomb to dead central to bust open the game. The started callin g Harold tiger Bane after that. (he even hit a 9th inning game winner against the tigers as soon as he was traded to Texas.

A side note on the first posts memory of RV's GS to beat Texas off of the goose. I was living in ATL so I couldn't see that game. However the AJC (Atl. journal/Constituion) had a thing called score phone (no not a sex service) where you could call a toll free number for updated scores. I had called and it said Texas 8- Chicago 6 9th inning. It always said the winning team first. I called back 15 minutes later Chicago (whoowooo I know we one) 10 texas 8 final. Had to watch the atl news and the actully showed the ventura slam! And Frank carrying Robing around like a rag doll.

Johnny74

07-23-2006, 08:02 PM

I never got to go to any Sox games as a kid. (My dad loved the other Chicago team). So my best memory of the Sox as a kid was watching them clinch in 1983 while I was at my Grandparents house. I was sitting in the den all by myself watching the game on a little B&W TV.
Later my parents got me a pennant with the team on it which said division champs 1983. I wish I still had that. Sigh...

SouthSide_HitMen

07-23-2006, 08:13 PM

I'd have to say my first trip to Comiskey in 1976 ranks second (July 20, 1976 - a rain shortened (8 innings) 14-9 loss to the Yankees. It was awesome to see the ballpark at night and it clinched my picking the White Sox over the Cubs and their boring day game Wrigley Field.

My favorite was staying overnight with my grandpa at the old park to get 1983 playoff tickets and attending the two games - both also losses. :whiner:

RedHeadPaleHoser

07-24-2006, 08:15 AM

Thanks Thome, on the day that the Sox unveiled that new Fox and Aparicio statues at the ballpark today, I was inspired to offer a little insight on how I became a Sox fan.

It's also fitting because Nellie Fox was my dad's favorite player, and Luis Aparicio was mine. (although I only saw Looie play while in his second go 'round with the team '68-'70)

I have to say that the more I see these statues, the more I feel how glad I am to be a Sox fan. JR gets big kudos from me not only for the statues but for including guys like Aparicio in the WS rings. Class.

MeteorsSox4367

07-24-2006, 08:48 AM

In September of '83, I was 16. My dad ends up with tickets to the Sox-Seattle game on a Saturday since it was ComEd's employee night. Our group consists of me, one of my friends, my sister, her boyfriend, my Dad and one of our neighbors from across the alley.

We get to Comiskey (God rest its soul), go in behind the plate and my Dad tells us to wait, he'll be right back. He comes back maybe 10 minutes later with a box and gives it to me. Inside the box was an autographed (legitimately signed, not stamped) ball signed by the entire Sox roster. ComEd had held some kind of employee raffle and he won and wanted to surprise me.

So, not only do I get this autographed ball (which I still have), but the Sox win the division on the same night. Granted our seats weren't that great (we were in the upper deck down the right-field line), but I got to see the Sox clinch.

Awesome. Totally awesome.

North Sox Sider

07-24-2006, 12:03 PM

1983 was real special for me.

Summer of '83
My parents and I are sitting right behind the photo dugout next to the Sox dugout and Jerry Hairston was starring at me while he was in the on deck circle. I told my parents that and they said "dont be ridiculous." So after he strikesout, a sox employee gave me his bat right then and there. We were all stunned. It was an unbelieveable moment. I still have the bat in my room.

Sept of 83'
My dad and I are at the clinching game against Seattle. Just to see Julio Cruz cross the plate and then the ride home where everyone was honking there horn. It was a really special summer. Only 2005 has surpassed that summer.

mrfourni

07-24-2006, 12:34 PM

I was at the game, in '90 or '91 I believe. It was bat day and Andy Hawkins threw the no-hitter and still lost. I was ten years old.

esbrechtel

07-24-2006, 12:37 PM

Then of course, the other is the clicnher in '93. When Bo Jackson hit the 3 run HR to give us a 3-0 lead in the 6th......I went nuts. Very emotional. I will never forget Hawk's call for the division clinching out. "Ellis Buuuuuuuurks.........YES!"

that was my favorite i was 9 years old and my dad and i were watching the game we were so excited...i still have the front page of the suntimes from the next day framed on my wall in my room "THE CROWNING BOMENT! SOX CLENCH THE AL WEST JAYS ARE UP NEXT!"